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Shlong Weaner Goes Big
02:34
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After the bombs have dropped, and the smoke has cleared, this song will play until the sun itself is but a blistering ball of ice falling across time and space.
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Distromical aspirations for the newest age.
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BEGIN>SHIF
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Motherfuck yourself dipfuckshit11110001010010000001010110101010010101001001111110
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Florida Gunsmoke
01:09
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Tremelo. Treme-go. dipshit.
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Mamma Jamma
01:09
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ALL IS HAPPY UNTIL THE ELEPHANTS COME OVER THE HILL TO KILL-
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ReFucked Future Invasion
07:13
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damn sound like alien made this songđź‘˝
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We are some of the sassiest mamma jammas out there ayyyyeeee 🙏🙏🤑👀
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><><<><<<<<>"Critical mass reached [crackles] -going down with the ship"<<<><>>>>>>>><><><><
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the defecation parade.
02:22
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Food For the pigs. Food For the people.
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LYRICS TO SONG:
I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played it 'til my fingers bled
Was the summer of '69
Me and some guys from school
Had a band and we tried real hard.
Jimmy quit, Jody got married
I should've known we'd never get far
Oh, when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Yeah, I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life
Ain't no use in complainin'
When you've got a job to do
Spent my evenings down at the drive-in
And that's when I met you, yeah
Standin' on your mama's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
Oh, and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Oh, yeah.
Back in the summer of '69, oh.
Man we were killin' time
We were young and restless
We needed to unwind
I guess nothin' can last forever, forever, no! yeah!
And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
Sometimes when I play that old six-string
I think about you, wonder what went wrong
Standin' on your mama's porch
You told me that it'd last forever
Oh, and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Oh, yeah.
Back in the summer of '69, oh.
It was the summer of '69, oh, yeah.
Me and my baby in '69, oh.
It was the summer, the summer, the summer of '69, yeah.
[TRANSMISSION FROM CENTRAL HYPERCOMPUTER COMPLETE]
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Shlong Weaner Beaverton, Oregon
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